When the Earth Breathes Softly

Morning opens its gentle eyes,
Light walks barefoot on grass.
Leaves whisper old, kind stories,
Taught by wind, remembered by roots.

Mountains stand in patient prayer,
Carrying centuries in silence.
Rivers move without complaint,
Teaching how to let go.

A bird writes hope in the sky,
With wings shaped like freedom.
Clouds practice the art of change,
Never afraid to become rain.

Soil holds life in dark hands,
Turning endings into beginnings.
The sun gives without asking,
A lesson wrapped in warmth.

Shadows rest beside the light,
Both needed, both true.
Night arrives calm and honest,
Stars breathing courage into dark.

Nature speaks without a voice,
Yet heals every listening heart.